Crestmont by Holly Weiss

Author:Holly Weiss [Holly, Weiss,]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical, Fiction
ISBN: 9781935188100
Publisher: Star Publish
Published: 2010-04-01T05:00:00+00:00

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“Look at all of this.” her mother exclaimed as the family gathered in Eleanor’s room.

“Oh, I was just guessing what Grampa Warner would have done to help the guests if they had been here in the snowstorm,” Eleanor explained, busily cutting something the shape of a tall isosceles triangle out of green construction paper.

Her dolls sat on a chair, protected by a roof draped over the chair back made from a game board. Canopies made from napkins held by thumbtacks draped down the sides to create walls.

“That’s the fireplace, right there.” Eleanor pointed to a carved area at the base of the chair back.

“And this?” her father asked, amused. The pieces from the chess set they had given her for Christmas were scattered all over her dresser, with folded brown construction paper covering them like tents.

“Those are the children on the playground in tents. And these,” she said holding up the green triangles, “are trees to make it pretty.”

“It must be terribly cold out there on the playground,” her father teased.

“Well, goodness, Papa, it’s just pretend, after all.”

“Grampa Warner would have been proud of you.” Her mother hugged her.

“Oh, yes, he told me so.” Eleanor said matter-of-factly.

“That’s impossible. He died before you were born. You didn’t even know him,” said Peg.

“I do too know him. He has funny dark eyes and a pointy beard. He sits on the bottom of my bed and tells me stories sometimes when I can’t sleep. He reads out of a big book called 440 Lakeside Curiosities.

“Sweetheart, let’s allow your guests to warm up in front of their fire while we enjoy our own before we go to bed.” Her mother steered her into the living room.

William stoked the fire and then joined Gracie at the kitchen table where they sorted gift tags and cufflink boxes. Margaret worked green thread through a white fingertip towel.

“Let’s tell stories,” Eleanor coaxed.

“All right, here is a story that really happened, but you are going to assume I made it up.” Margaret put down her sewing and leaned forward, propping her elbows up on her lap. “Before I met your father, we had a thunderstorm here in October. Sandwiches fell from the sky for several minutes.”

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